Goldyard, Jarren Benton - Get Your Weight Up lyrics

Hundreds go, get your weight up
We do it big, get your weight up
We do it big, get your weight up
We do it big, get your weight up
Hundreds go, get your weight up
We do it big, get your weight up
We do it big, get your weight up
We do it big, get your weight up

Lott'a green, codeine, caps and stems, DMT
Ain't my thing but the OC
Make you feel so good, make you OD
Cocaine by the oz
Getting fucked up to the whole key
The American dream or OG
On a mission but they know me
Loud as fuck, make the speakers bleed
See what we're sayin' in 7D
Tryin to stay off the fuckin' street
With In-Doe and a pound of weed
Gone, sippin' on
Fat booty chick that I'm grippin' on
Tried to get it in with the Adderall
Then the ecstasy wouldn't matter at all
Gone, trippin' that's how we're livin'
MJ like a motherfucker
We ain't even seen pimpin'
Missed the L, my wholesale
Like I'm a couple mutherfuckin'
Gonna go chill in a hotel
And the whole damn time I'ma smoke well

I roll up, I hop out i roll up, I smoke out
Niggas gon' run they mouth
Bitches gon' use they mouth
In and out, in and out
When I come, bring a cloud
Makin' money, money piles
Makin' money, fuck a pound got kilos, amigo
They leak though, Bandito
Make movies, Tarantino
Do it big, big, big, Gambino
I pour up to black out
We squad up, that mac out
We ball out, we stack
We low-key, no trap-house
In and out, in and out
Overstates, puffin' loud rippin' crowds
New ass-holes get lassoed when
We tear it down (Goldyard)
Enough with the games, We smokin' up planes
They keepin' it plain, we keep it creative
We been to Decatur with drugs on our brains

Yeah, I'm on a Jedi mind trip
Last night had your hoe blowin' my dick
Act up nigga, nigga's open my shit
Pop the trunk
Leave a nigga brain blown in this bitch
Sippin' on Schlitz malt liquor
Thoughts sicker
Telepathic pimp, I could talk with ya'
Have a hoe selling pussy
Spit game to your mama next week
Put her out then I walk with ya'
Walk in them stores
High as fuck, feel like I'm walking on mars
Tan ass boots, get to poppin' these bars
I'll rip the fucking roof off
The top of your car
Yea, come in brass knuckle bitten'
I'll saulder my semi get the
Smoke a 'gar, singin'
Finger flickin' ash on my linen
If the pussy ripe then you can
Have the cash in my denim
Yeah, fuck Hip-Hop, got two kids hoe
Need big guap
Remember when I couldn't afford the
Shit I bit lost now I'm tryn'a put stones
In my fuckin' wristwatch
Semi-automatic when this shit gets hot
Hatin' ass niggas die slow, Kid Rock
Fuck ya'll, lick cock, Albert Hitchcock
1-2 to the eye, tic-toc don't stop